“A wop bop alu bop, a wop bam boom!”
Rolling Stone called it “what has to be considered the most inspired rock lyric ever recorded.” Some may disagree; it is a high bar to hop. But Little Richard was most definitely inspired, and one of a kind, a true trailblazer.
As Jim Dodge noted in “Not Fade Away”:
“Little Richard had returned to the Church, but because he was wearing lipstick and eye shadow the Church wasn’t sure what to do with him.”
Now he’s gone on ahead. That Big Band Beyond best have its game on. Wooooooo!
Tags: Little Richard
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May 9, 2020 at 6:01 pm |
Heard that on the radio. The shit news just keeps on coming, eh?
May 9, 2020 at 6:54 pm |
R&B man, Now that is going to church. Speaking of going to church, here is a Aussie R&B group I discovered yesterday. You folks probably have heard them. I am always late.
May 10, 2020 at 1:40 pm |
Oooo, I like the Teskey Brothers. That’s nice.
I’m another soul that catches on to things long after they have become common.
May 9, 2020 at 9:14 pm |
In 1957 he performs in Las Vegas, I was cooking a small diner on the edge of the strip. He and his band showed up to eat about midnight after his show I got to meet him.
He was also a good tipper.
May 10, 2020 at 6:40 am |
Hah! Now that is cool. Especially that he was a good tipper.
Sin City in the Fifties must’ve been interesting for a young fella. Have I ever mentioned that my parents got married there? True fact.
May 10, 2020 at 11:18 am |
Did they get married at the gas station or over at the curio shop casino? You know… like Vegas was kinda small back then. Oh! I forgot, perhaps over at the diner where Charley worked…?
May 10, 2020 at 12:25 pm |
Harold and Mary Jane O’Grady
My folks got hitched on Sept. 24, 1951, at The Little Church of the West. Said to be Sin City’s first wedding chapel, it was an offshoot of the Last Frontier Hotel, the second resort built on the Las Vegas Strip.
The old man must have been stationed at Edwards AFB back then. That’s where he met Chuck Yeager and the rest of that lively crowd. My sister is trying to trace the family history, something I wish I’d been on top of when the parents were both above ground, more or less sober and sane.
May 10, 2020 at 1:32 pm |
My folks were married a year earlier and my brother was about a month old then. Any thoughts they had of a future brain surgeon genius were a few years yet in the future. My Dad worked down the hill from Edwards at North American in Downey (LA area).
and the brain surgeon genius turned out to be my sister…… They had run out of that trait by the time I was born.
May 11, 2020 at 9:45 am
Ho, shortage of brain surgeons in my family as well. My folks had to make do with, “Well, at least he’s not in prison. Yet.”